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willing the phone back into service worked, the lights would flash. Something. “I can’t get through. Since we’ve lost the comm network, we’re on our own up here.”
    Royal blew out a long breath. “This is just getting better and better.”
    They’d moved farther into the open room, over by the windows and away from the body on the floor. Risa had seen enough violence for a lifetime. And he was ready to go a few minutes without someone tackling him or trying to kill him.
    “We can try using mine.” Risa patted her pockets. “Wait, I left my purse downstairs in the manager’s office. Well, of course it is. Why should anything go right today?”
    “It wouldn’t work anyway,” Royal said. “Someone is jamming the signal. Nothing would get through.”
    The “why” behind that action was the piece Aaron kept missing. The recent threats centered on Lowell. Angie had a bedroom connection to Lowell, but not a linear one. Grabbing a related woman when the true target stood just downstairs was the type of logic Aaron had trouble reasoning through.
    But he had to figure out a workaround. He wasn’t one to sit and wait, working on the defensive. An offensive strike was the answer. “Here’s the bad news—”
    Risa’s eyes grew huge. “We haven’t had the bad part yet?”
    “Without the schematics, we depend on my memory of the layout of this place. I looked at a lot of paperwork and retained a great deal of it.” At least he hoped that was true.
    Royal glanced at the ceiling. “If you say so.”
    “I have to agree with Royal on this one.” Risa leaned back with her head balancing against the window and let her eyes slip shut. “Except for the part where you know how to throw that weapon around—”
    “Excuse me?”
    “I wish you actually were a lawyer. They have to memorize a lot of stuff in school. That skill set could help us here.”
    Time for another shot of truth. Aaron wondered if he’d spent the next month unraveling the lies he’d told her. “I am.”
    Her eyes popped open. “What?”
    “A lawyer.” He scowled at Royal, trying to get him to at least pretend he wasn’t listening in. Some things should be private.
    She looked at Aaron, at Royal and back again. “But that was a lie.”
    Aaron slid next to her with his hands balanced behind him on the edge of the windowsill. The space between them contracted and his fingers touched hers. “Just the tax part. Lawyer, navy JAG, to be exact, and now security expert. But, since I pay my bar dues, still a lawyer.”
    The words hung in the quiet until Royal snapped his fingers. “Uh, shouldn’t you know that?” he asked Risa. “I thought you two were dating.”
    Her eyes sparkled when she answered, “Right now I feel lucky I even know his name. It is Aaron, right?”
    The byplay had Royal grinning like an idiot. Aaron understood the goofy reaction. Something about the way she lost herself in a moment made that hard shell he’d fought so hard to build around him crumble. He’d seen it as she smiled over an email or described the perfect latte.
    It was the reason he switched from talking with her over coffee to asking her out for dinner. Picking up random women over scones was not his usual style. He made an exception for her.
    She leaned toward Royal and he met her halfway, as if sharing a big secret. “Your coworker—”
    Aaron broke in. “Technically, I’m his boss.”
    “—has a problem with dating honesty.”
    “Now is not the time for this conversation.” There was a dead guy on the floor and two injured down the hall. All of this amusing talk could wait. Aaron turned to Royal. “To be clear, there will never be a time for you to join in the conversation about my dating life.”
    Her fingers slid through his as her smile faded. “You’re right. We’re not going to talk about anything if we don’t get off this floor alive.”
    He hated killing the lighter mood, but this was not the time to get lazy. Anyone could be waiting